Close-up carpet munching between Dru Berrymore and long-nippled Bamboo sets the pace for this all-girl occasion. They also indulge in double-headed dildo and beaded pleasure. Their interaction is a result of an investigation by detectives Inari Vachs and Felecia whose goal is to find out who kidnapped a blow-up doll from Alexa Rae. Honest! Where else can you get dialogue like: "Stinky O'Brien was the head honcho in the sex toy underground; a rotten cess pool of rubber and latex where a closeted girl can buy anything for the right price. They call them jizz toy junkies on the street. Wild girls with a monkey on their back: and it's made of rubber." I love it.
The wacky and creative plot evolves and finds entertaining ways, or excuses, for girls to be girls. A threesome with Flick Shagwell, Nikita Denise, and Felicia is watched by nearby plastic blow-up dolls, which are all "strung out on helium." It even gets stranger: ever see a blow-up doll in a bathtub after committing suicide? It isn't a pretty sight; her ego was deflated.
Eventually, the ransom demand is paid to Anthony Crane, who pathetically talks like Elmer Fudd with a dildo in his mouth. Vachs and Felecia do each other once justice is served. Well done, folks.